The Amazing Travels

Change Day

So we left Ilfracombe at ten to nine and arrived in Glastonbury around 11:45. We decided the Tor Bus would take too much time, so we didn’t see where Joseph of Arimathea buried the Holy Grail and planted his staff made from Jesus’s cross. The tree that grew was hacked down by the Puritans, but replanted on the abbey grounds. We did see that one… along with lots and lots of funnily dressed clerics. Apparently, the day we chose to visit was the same day as the annual C of E pilgrimage. We were surrounded by them and got caught up in their parade crowd.

Back on the road by 12:15, we made Bournemouth by 2:10… just in time for Debbie to miss the 2:16 to Waterloo. Instead she went to wait for the 2:59 and we headed off to a late lunch. We had baguettes and Ciabattas at a French Café and then off to find our holiday camp… which we found on the first try, despite our bad directions due to my excellent navigational skills. We were quite wary when the reception lady was slightly snippy, but after stepping into our chalet, we nearly passed out with pleasure. As the diagrams on the previous page illustrate, we would have been seriously in trouble if we had gone to Ilfracombe second. It’s live moving from a Motel 6 to the Hilton or Marriott.

We moved in and realized we had to get sheets. The first place, Argos, had closed 20 minutes before at 5:30. The second place was closing at 6 and the guy closing the door thought he was quite funny when Clare asked where we could find bed linen at 6pm. “A hotel.” He redeemed himself by pointing the way to Tesco.

Once home again, we cycled through the shower and finished the night with cake and wine, journals, and the radio. Fun, huh? Very nice. Destressing. Seriously.

posted by omouse @ 5:36 PM